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"When I fight, an abulance is not far off." Drita - Mob Wives

Rosalie's POV

I woke up early snuggled up next to Emmett. It had been a good night. Even with Jacob bitching about Edward spilling Mike's blood on his carpet. All I had to say was better learn how to clean that if you're going to run with us.

I slipped out of bed and used the ladies room. I washed my face and put a robe on to go downstairs to make coffee. These men lived on it.

I walked down the hall to the guest room to check on Isabella. The door was cracked so I opened it all the way and found Jasper and two sluts in there.

What the fuck?

Where was Isabella?

I walked downstairs and looked in the living room. Not there.

I went ino the kitchen and started the coffee when Edward walked in.

"Do you know where Isabella is?" I asked digging through the fridge and coming up empty handed. You can't cook without food.

"She's in my room."

I raised my eyebrow.

"I came in and found her on the fucking couch. Jasper's dickass was in the guest room with the strippers. I didn't think she should be sleeping on the couch. I couldn't sleep anyway." He said grabbing a mug.

"He brought strippers here?" I asked growing angry.

Edward nodded, filling his mug up.

"That's gross. We'll have to disinfect the room." I said.

"I'm going to deal with it. He shouldn't have been here anyway. I'm really pissed about Isabella being on the fucking couch." Edward said before filling another coffee mug and disappearing from the kitchen.

That's only if I didn't first. I thought grabbing the carafe of coffee.

I could make more.

I climbed the stairs and walked into the guest room taking in the sickening appearance of the two nasty whores laying naked over Jasper. As much coke as he snorted I'm surprised he was asleep.

I smiled to myself at what I had planned and in one quick motion, slung the steaming hot coffee all over them.

The whores started screaming and fell off the bed while Jasper jumped up picking his gun up off the nightstand swinging it around.

"I would put that down if I were you asshole." I said calmly standing there as if I had brought them breakfast in bed.

"What the fuck was that?" Jasper yelled dropping the gun onto the bed and rubbing at his now red face.

"That was what you get for bringing whores here and Isabella having to sleep on the couch." I told him before addressing his hos. "Get your stank spandex clothes and get the fuck out. Don't ever let me catch you here again."

They quickly started throwing clothes on and scurried out of the apartment.

I turned to walk out of the room and ran smack into Emmett.

He didn' even look at me. He was looking over my head at Jasper and he didn't look happy.

"Did you just curse at my woman?" Emmett asked stepping around me.

"Na - i- it wasn't like that." Jasper tried defending himself.

"Sure as hell sounded that way to me. One would think that someone with a southern upbringing like you would have more respect. What's this shit about Isabella having to sleep on the couch? She is a part of this family. Do you understand that? Why the fuck are you even here?" Emmett asked him crossing the room. Emmett wasn't much taller than Jasper but he was a whole lot bigger.

Jasper didn't answer quick enough and Emmett popped him in the mouth. Jasper leaned over and held his hands up to his mouth to catch the blood now pouring out. He quickly made his way into the bathroom to bleed over the sink.

Served him right.

"Rosalie, go fix fresh coffee please although I find it humorous what happen to the first pot. I'll have someone clean this up. Don't worry about it." Emmett said without taking his eyes off Jasper. He wasn't finished talking and wanted me to leave.

I said nothing and returned to the kitchen to make more coffee.

I'm sure the whole house was up by then.

Isabella's POV

I woke up to yelling, sittingf straight up in bed.

Wait, when did I get in a bed?

I knew this bed. I had slept here before.

"Coffee?" His smooth, deep voice came from somewhere in the dark room. I looked at the clock seeing it was 7 a.m. but the curtains were still drawn. I let my eyes adjust and I saw him sitting in a chair next to the window.

I was slightly dazed and trying to figure out how I had wound up here.

"Give me a minute please." I said trying to collect my thoughts.

"Whatever you need."

I rubbed my eyes and saw the mug sitting on the nightstand. I picked it up taking a sip letting it warm my veins.

"Thank you." I said.

He nodded, drinking from his own mug.

"How did I get here?" I asked. Had I gotten up in my sleep and came up here. I would do some freaky shit like that. How embarassing.

"I moved you. There is no reason for a lady to sleep on a couch."

"Jasper was in the guest room... with company."

"I know. He's been dealt with twice already. It'll be three times before the day is over."

I took in his pajama pants. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his muscles and abs made me squeeze my thighs together. Edward Cullen was yummy. Oh my God.

"Did we sleep together?" I asked. I didn't see Edward sleeping on a couch.

He chuckled.

"You slept. I listened."

Oh my God again. I was notorious for talking in my sleep. There was no telling what I had said.

I felt my cheeks heat up.

"You're beautiful when you blush, Isabella."

The way he said my name sent chills down my spine, making my blush even deeper.

"I have things to do today but you can shower first. I'll let you to it." Edward said rising from the chair.

"Wait, what did I say in my sleep?" I asked afraid of the answer.

"Oh you asked for ice cream and talked about shoes." He said and I began to relax. "And you called my name alot."

I sat up rigid. He must think I was like a lovestruck puppy.

I'm sure my face was an even darker shade of red than before.

Edward chuckled again.

"Don't worry. I like it." He said before leaving the room.

I leaned over and put my face in the pillow screaming.

Edward's POV

I stood on the other side of the door trying to keep my laughter quiet as I listen to Isabella's embarssment on the other side. She was fucking adorable. I don't usually do adorable but she had me.

I walked down to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee and found everyone in the kitchen.

Rosalie was making another pot of coffee and wiping down the counters while Emmett just watched her intently. The love between those two was obvious. I don't know why it took him so long to get at it. We're a fucking borgata, her father wasn't going to give a fuck as long as he asked permission. Rosalie compliment Emmett well. They evened each other out.

Jasper had an ice pack on his face and was sitting far from Emmett and Rosalie.

Alice and Aro were chipper as hell as usual. They must have been born with coke in their systems. Those people were definetly morning people. We probably should 't even let Mary ALice have coffee.

Esme, my dear baby sister was sitting between them with her head in her hands.

"Sister, how are you feeling this morning?" I asked smirking.

She knew what all that alcohol would do.

I still didn't like to see her hurting but I wouldn't tell her that. She would have to learn she couldn't keep up with Aro.

"Oooh..." She groaned laying over on the counter.

"It'll be ok babe." Aro said rubbing her back.

"I'll get you some tylenol." Alice said disappearing.

"Where did she sleep?" I asked the room.

"With us." Aro said laughing. "Or I should say with Esme in my bed. I woke up in the floor."

"At least it wasn't on the fucking couch." I said eyeing Jasper.

"Aro told me I could crash here." He defended himself.

"Hold the fuck up. I said you could, not you and some fucking whores. I also thought your ass would be on the couch. I'm not cool with what you did." Aro said correcting him quickly.

"Jasper, I will be addressing this later. Isabella is not to be treated beneath how you would treat your mother, you get that?" I asked him.

He nodded and got up, getting out while he could.

Emmett looked at me questioningly while Aro only smirked.

Asshole.

Emmett left it be but I knew he would be asking questions later.

He knew where Isabella slept and where he thought I had slept.

I would 't be telling him or anyone that I just laid there listening to her talk and breath, admiring her beauty.

Jesus, I hope I find my balls today. I thought.

Isabella's POV

After my long hot shower in another amazing shower I got on and threw on some blue jeans and a cute bright blue Ed Hardy tee. It was Mary Alice's but she insisted I had it since she had already worn it. She was feeding my closet daily.

I was trying to look good, maybe snag a gangster. Ha ha I kill myself.

When I came out of the bathroom Edward was sittinf on the bed looking bored.

"Did you use all my hot water?" He asked with his signature smirk.

"Probably. Sorry." I mumbled looking down.

Edward crossed the room in three strides, lifting my face up to look at him.

"Don't ever apologize for nothing. Got that?"

I nodded. I didn't see how that was right but I wasn't going to disagree with him.

"Good. I'm going to grab a quick shower then I'll take you home. The girls all left." He said.

It's not like any of them had cars here anyway. Why had they not waited on me?

Unless Edward told them not to. I smiled at that thought.

Edward didn't take long in the shower and walked out looking like a million bucks.

He was in his usual black suit, which I had noticed was typical with these guys, a bright blue button up with matching tie.

My jeans looked boring now.

I need to learn to pack some of those sexy dresses Mary Alice kept giving me.

"Ready?" He asked straightening his tie in the mirror.

Ready for you... I thought.

"Yea, let me get my bag." I said but before I could get to it he had picked it up.

"I would never let a lady carry her own bag." Edward said.

"Thank you."

We went downstairs to the parking garage and Edward tossed my bag in the trunk. He walked around and opened the door for me allowing me to sit down before he closed the door. I watched him walk back around to the driver's side. He had so much confidence in his walk, like when he arrived, that's when things began.

It seemed that way for me.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed Esme and Alice, even Rosalie, it was great to have girlfriends, but something about me was so drawn to Edward that I was looking the other way on things I had been taught my whole life were wrong.

With him, I didn't care.

We rode in silence, music on low. I just sat back and tried to enjoy the ride.

Edward drove fast. Really fast. Much faster than Esme or Alice.

I was getting more used to it though.

Without having to ask, Edward drove straight to my house. Guess they weren't playing with those background checks.

Edward pulled the BMW into the drive and got out to open my door. As he walked around to get my bag out of the trunk I noticed the curtains move slightly.

"I think my parents are watching." I told him looking away from the house.

"It's not like I've never been watched before." He said seriously.

"You don't have to meet them, that would be kind of weird." I told him.

"Weird?" He smirked, "Because a guy is bringing you home when you were supposed to have spent the night with your friend or because your daddy is a cop and I'm the big bad mafia man?"

When he was finished with his sentence he was leaning closer to me and he had dropped his tone low.

My panties were wet.

I blushed.

"I just didn't want you to feel obligated for anything."

"I can handle my own. Besides, I don't want to not talk to you, Isabella. Is that alright?"

"I'd like that." I smiled up at him.

He returned my smile then started towards the porch. Before we got up the steps my mother had the door open.

"Hello baby, who is this handsome young man?"

"Hi Mom. This is Edward, Edward this is my mom, Renee." I made introductions all the while wanting to die on the inside. My mother could be very embarassing. She was a total status whore and that's someting my friends definitly had.

"Hello Mrs. Swan, it's a pleasure to meet you." Edward said taking her hand and kissing it.

I swear she swooned.

Kill me now.

"Oh it's a pleasure to meet you. I had no idea that Isabella had such a handsome, charming suiter." My mother purred.

"Neither did I." Edward joked making my mother laugh.

My father chose this moment to join us on the porch.

"Hey Bells." He greeted. To Edward, he said nothing. Just gave him a look.

Edward didn't smile either, he was staring back, hard, with his own cocky look. He wasn't going to back down from anyone, especially the law.

"You're Edward Cullen?" My dad asked.

"Yes sir. Esme wasn't feeling well so I brought Isabella home."

"Oh is she ok?" My mother asked. She was probably hoping that she wasn't sick of me.

"Lady things." Edward said keeping it polite.

My mom just nodded in understanding and my dad cringed a little. He did not liked to hear anything about periods.

"Thank you for the ride, Edward. Tell Esme I hope she feels better." I said trying to keep a straight face.

"Anytime." He said before turning to my parents, "Have a wonderful evening."

After he drove off, my dad watching the whole time, we went inside.

"Isabella, we need to talk to you." My mother said while my father poured himself a drink.

Whiskey. This couldn't be good.

My stomach was in knots.

I was scared too death they would forbid from my new group, or worse pull me out of Valmont. I was nervous about Valmont to begin with but I was loving it now.

"Yes?" I asked meekly.

Please don't let them see Edward as a threat or take away my new friends. I thought. I didn't even know I would retaliate that but deep down I knew I would.

My mother looked over at my father who sat in his chair, sipping his drink with a blank face on.

"Just tell me." I said growing impatient, the suspence killing me.

"You father and I are getting a divorce, honey, but-"

"What?" I blurted out in disbelief. My father worked his ass off to provide everything we had. I had never seen my mother with a job in her life.

"It's not your fault, we just aren't happy anymore." My mother began.

"Whatever, that's a load of crap." I was getting angry, "Is Daddy not rich enough for you? Did you spend all his money? Is he getting too old for you? You're just as old as he is in case you didn't notice but that's right, you didn't. You don't pay attention to anything that doesn't pertain to you."

"Isabella, don't speak to me that way! I am your mother!" She said raising her voice.

"Just because you hold the title doesn't make you good at it." I said crossing my arms over my chest. I could feel tears pricking the back of my eyes. I didn't care if she left honestly, I don't know why I felt like crying, I didn't want my dad to be lonely. I didn't want my mother to try to make me live with her which I thought was highly possible considering I would be her paycheck.

She didn't really look all that offended by my comment.

"There are alot of things you don't know, you're too young to understand. I understand that this is upsetting to you. I will let your little outburst slide." She said getting up to pour herself a glass of wine.

I couldn't believe I had been so busy with my own life lately that I hadn't seen this coming.

"What are yall going to do about the living arrangements?" I asked. I would fight her. I would not live with her.

"Bells, I would never let you be without a home. I'm going to move out so you and your mother can stay in the house." My dad finally spoke.

"No." I said.

He looked taken aback and my mother knitted her brow.

Uh oh, was her little paycheck acting out?

"I don't want to live with Mom." I said. "I don't care if I had to live in an apartment. Let her have the house."

"Isabella, it wouldn't be right for a teenage girl not to live with her mother and we want to keep you in your home, in your school district." My mother said trying to get me to give in.

Fuck her.

"Save your bullshit. I'm living with my father and I'm not letting you take him for everything you can get!" I shouted at her standing up and walking out of the room. I heard her hollering after me but I didn't care.

I took the steps two at a time, surprised at not tripping. I slammed my door so hard picture frames fell off the wall. I wanted to cry but I couldn't. I was pissed off as hell.

Divorce wasn't a big deal anymore but I was not going to be stuck with her ass. I wasn't changing my life. I finally was happy. I felt like I belonged. I was where I wanted to be.

I picked up my phone and text Esme and Alice.

I don't want to be home, come get me?

Alice didn't reply but Esme did.

Sure, are you ok? At your house?

I dumped my bag out and threw a couple outfits in there before texting her back.

Yes, I'll be at the stop sign. I can't be around my mom right now.

OTW

I sighed in relief that I could at least get away for a little while and escape this drama. Liquor wouldn't hurt either.

I slipped out the back door and walked to the corner, the fresh air helping to calm me.

When I got to the stop sign you can imagine my surprise at the black beamer already waiting.